Reasons don't need to be dealt
The things to be said,
have already been ushered through the waves
The cares of a few lend a loud voice
...
Hell bent to fade away
another exchange to
bury that old face
burn that old soul
...
If I could see the stars at day
Paint the room in the same situation as you
What an eclipse of emotions
I could put myself through
...
Can't move with
all the energy
Pouring out of
Memories
...
Only the way
it could be would
be the way I
could say the
...
The day begins
with shattered glass
an old woman
in the next room
...
The buses all run,
although I can't quite say why
Nearly every shop is dark,
under the bluest of skies
...
Better rest, no need to hurry
let these bones take
a seat and heal
Today he will give me
...
I don't grasp to them too tight,
yet in the misty recollections
of what could be called my life reflections
they come to me, unsummomed,
...